GermanI told Johann that German was a disgusting language
full of grunts and hairballs and
harsh hateful aryan marches
and anger and terror
and words that got caught in the back of your mouth
like old toosie rolls and crunchy peanut butter
And he spoke to me in German
of an intimate and romantic language
of patent engineers huddled over brilliant inventions
of piano tuners listening intently
tenderly coaxing strings little by little
of musicians that transcribed the beauty and simplicity of little stone chapels
he spoke German
like it was a mysteriously lovely poem
with fierce pride and protection in his voice
he spoke German
and his eyes softened with affection for his nation
he spoke German
and it was quiet
ImagineTake a moment, if you will,
And think about, imagine,
What life really could be,
No, not just for you,
Imagine the possibilities,
The things we can do,
The things we could do,
The things we will do
Think about the people you've met,
And will meet,
And may never meet
Those last ones,
They are the important ones
Imagine that everything you do,
Every action you take,
Affects someone else,
Quite possibly in a negative way,
So think about more than just you
Imagine a world that knows peace,
That goal is truly not out of reach,
Even though it may seem that way,
Whenever we turn on the Tv,
Whenever we open our eyes and see
Imagine, if you will,
One world, one people,
Instead of hundreds of separate nations,
Moving together, striving together,
To make everyone better
Imagine what this world can be,
And will be, in the future
What we do today will determine this,
So shake off this lassitude,
And remove yourself from this false bliss
Imagine who you are,
Who you could be,
Only WhiteYes, judge me. Pile
hatreds upon hatreds on
Defenseless pale skin.
Reverse past-bound tides of
oppressive histories current
somehow with our modern
If I were brown, or red, or
yellow, or discontent, you
would venerate and raise
me to your shoulders crying
here indeed is a saint for
But I have no shield of
color-full histories and
ethnically valid heritage.
My brown hair and blue
eyes give voice to
the idea that I am
Last GaspHalfway through 2011 we find ourselves in a much more complicated world than anytime since the Age of Enlightenment.
In America 52% of the country has stated that they don't have a problem with Gay Marriage and the US Military has begun the process to let gays and in many cases Women serve openly. Texas, California, and New Mexico have all become Majority Minority States and the others will soon join that status. A larger percentage of Americans are in favor of Legalizing Marijuana today (46% as of 2010) than ever before.
In the Middle East a new generation of activists have in many cases peacefully overthrown old authoritarian governments and installed new democratic regimes. Even in the cases where revolution had gone violent or failed, the new tools of political movement, the Internet and a camera, have enabled a new wave of political change and liberalization.
As of 2011 the United Nations declared access to a Free and Open Internet a fundamental right of humanity...
...and yet, th
Where lies our summers warmth
Too deep to make the cut...
Thus questions lacking answers even decent...
Unworthy to our ears...
The actions, and lack there of...
there they lie, for the record
Before us, the tombstone
Made up of page after page.
For the wish of personal gain
As from above, God weeps.
The grass was of greed...
The dirt of lead and uranium
The sky wept blood,
Washing clean the crusted oil
From the eroded stone.
"His weeping calls to us"
Said I, to the ignoring ears surrounding.
To busy were they lamenting
Over the grave now shifting
As poured down a hard wrath of Heaven.
Forgive me, this tangent,
As the summers warmth has gone from me...
Making me cold with a hatred so bitter.
Understand you, the will of your ways
Oh holders of power and ability?
It is of them which I speak,
It is of their impious folly
About which I rant on without rhyme.
Do your simple minds comprehend?
Or is the grass too high for my voice to reach?
EqualWe are all the same.
The same blood,
But there is one difference
and people choose to let it define
It's the difference between
a man and
People choose to let it define
a woman's rights,
It's one small difference
but people make a bigger deal about it
than there needs to be.
Women are just as smart as men.
We're just as capable as men.
We're deserving of equal opportunity,
the same as men.
So stop judging us for what's between our legs
and start judging us for what's between our ears.
Thiamartiria?Μερικές φορές η πολλή διαμαρτυρία
μοιάζει με προβοκάτσια ή προπαγάνδα.
Sometimes too much protesting
feels like provocation or propaganda.
death hates personificationhe has the weather burned onto the
backs of his hands
with ink the color of storm clouds
and sleeves cover the wounds which cut to his bones;
"we lie as little as possible, sir."
varnish the truth a little more, today.
it's raining heavier
than two nights ago and he
lost his umbrella somewhere among gray
pebbles, along the shore of the river styx.
charon, his old friend with feet chained to his ferry,
complains about the numbers.
"with what i heard about health craze—
you would think... ah,
to hell with it all."
death rubbed his eyes.
"hell is creeping on earth again,"
he muttered. "and i don't have markers for their graves."
plant orchards instead of tombstones,
advised the boatman.
his shoes sinking into the wet chill, death
grimaced and said, "olive branches would be an insult,
but, you know, pistachio trees are unique to syria."
is water mixed
into the drinking-lead
of this neighborhood,
it rarely factors
into the weight or when
packed and bagged
here, time throws stones
and hops over
of the upright, now
no longer so,
postures for battle,
to happen, for
a human timer's flinch
to trigger its release
and each particle
like oranges, fallen
from the torn
short, dropped orbits
of thud and concrete
stopped and stuck
on the surface tension
of a puddle, once a person
once a planet
of possibilities, somehow
to find its sun,
to be unborn, and here
a screaming mother sifts
through asteroid gravel,
the tape and barricades
of a universe just ended